Alpha Zac

Chapter 5

ISLA

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson, I can’t seem to stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but f**k he is just a snack compared to Alpha Zac.

He is built like a s*x god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was longer on the top, short on the sides, and perfectly tousled. His piercing blue eyes were the same color as the rivers around the packs. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every bulging muscle under his well-fitting dress shirt. His sleeves are rolled showcasing thick, corded forearms that had me squeezing my thighs together.

He wasn’t an Alpha that stayed inside behind a desk, no, his skin glowed with a tan that had to be earned from working in the sun. I’d like to climb him like a tree.

I shake the thought from my head. Who am I kidding? Like he would ever be interested in me. I attract weirdos like Kyson… and Kyle apparently because he is sitting across from me, waggling his eyebrows.

Gross.

An Alpha wouldn’t want a little orphan warrior for a mate. Don’t get me wrong, I know I am a good fighter. I may be small but I’m fast and pretty scrappy. I saw how he was sizing me up earlier, probably thinking he made a mistake taking me on as a warrior. I hope the confidence I put forward hid my fear. Dad always said my size was my weakness, and I couldn’t show fear, or I’d never make it as a warrior.

He was a good warrior but a s**t dad.

The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, I look up to see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger.

Shit, my turn already.

I smile and make my way to the podium where he stands. “Isla will be joining our ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” He slices his palm, and blood drips down into a goblet. “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by join you, Isla Miller, by a blood oath.” He hands me the knife, “I, Isla Miller, formerly of Cedar Falls, pledge my allegiance and loyalty to Alpha Zac and the Clear Creek Pack.” I slice my palm the same, our blood swirls in the cup before I lift it to my lips and send it back like a shot. I feel the tether of the pack snap into place. The pack claps and I make my way back to my seat, smiling out at the faces of what I hope is my final pack.

The negative thoughts are scratching at the back of my mind. I hope they don’t see me as secondhand pack trash, I don’t want to let them down.

Suzi is fangirling about the meal as dinner is served. She’s sweet, maybe she could be a friend. I didn’t bother making friends at Cedar Falls or TRTC. Grandma June was my last best friend, she reminded me of my mom. I was so glad I got to go live with her after my dad’s treatment of me came to light. I look around at the kind faces, maybe being won’t be so bad after all. As Mr. Andrews said, it was a good opportunity. A new start, no one knew my past to take pity on me, I was just a warrior here.

After eating and talking with some of the other members of the patrol, I finally gave myself permission to be excited. This will be a good pack.

I excuse myself and start to head back to my room. I’ve just reached the second floor when someone grabs me by the arm, and yanks me against the wall. Kyle looks down at me, waggling his eyebrows again. His gelled jet-black hair is locked into place, the same way his dark eyes are locked onto me.

“What ya say, you show me that warrior dorm of yours.”

“You wish,” I snort.

Like hell, I’d sleep with him, even if I wasn’t a virgin. I push his arm away and start to walk away. I barely make it three steps before he’s back in front of me.

“Oh, I don’t need to wish. I could smell your arousal at dinner. No need for you to be alone like that tonight. I can take care of you really well.”

I think I might vomit. I quickly dart away from him and duck inside the first door I see.